Off-Topic Losing people to transgenderism support thread - Support group for trans widows and other people who lost loved ones to troonism

[LinkinParkxNaruto[AMV]]

Do they take it while pregnant?

i do wonder. But taking steroids and testosterone for so long can't be good even if they decide to withdraw.

 

[Vingle]

i do wonder. But taking steroids and testosterone for so long can't be good even if they decide to withdraw.

Steroids permanently fucks up women, detransitioned women suffer from baldness and frog voice. In the past when steroids were used as doping in OL and shit, women had to transition because they just were too manly.
So it says itself that alterering hormones in a unnatural way for women is very bad. Men can recover from a cycle of steroids, if they aren't too far long gone.

 

[Fapcop]

Steroids permanently fucks up women, detransitioned women suffer from baldness and frog voice. In the past when steroids were used as doping in OL and shit, women had to transition because they just were too manly.
So it says itself that alterering hormones in a unnatural way for women is very bad. Men can recover from a cycle of steroids, if they aren't too far long gone.

It always makes me irrationally angry when troons as well as eh… anti troons talk about HRT as if it’s some medicinal Virgin country.

We have decades of experience with what crosssex hormones do to women from the Soviet block, and spoiler: None of it is good!

 

[Amber the Hedgehog]

Do they take it while pregnant?

The general medical advice is not to, both for getting pregnant in the first place and for the baby. Thing is that there are FtMs that get pregnant unknowingly so some do use T at least early pregnancy. So it does happen regardless of protocol.

Also their body is all ready fucked up of years artificial hormones and hormones can be stored in body for long as time. They in all likelihood have more testosterone in their system than regular women even if they have been off for a while.

 

[Scolopendra Dramatica]

Not to mention the damage done to their wombs and bodies in general. Even healthy women can die in childbirth. Shit son, I had my first in the prime of my life, even then I lost teeth between the throwing up and baby taking the calcium straight from my bones and teeth then, after birth, my ligaments and joints didn't go back to their prior flexibility, I was in constant pain and discomfort for 5 years and had to use physio to retrain all of my pelvic muscles to hold things in place long enough to start healing. These aren't uncommon issues for the average woman either, we're an incredibly vulnerable animal when it comes to reproduction because our infants head size and that long a pregnancy on an upright animal.

Now imagine you give that animal poison that atrophies their entire reproductive system and eats at the density of their bones.

Even IF they go off the bloody poison before pregnancy you cannot reverse the damage already done. I cannot imagine just how much that haemorrhages the chances of them or their child getting through said already traumatic process safely....

Edit: Don't let this put you off kids btw, I'd do it all again even if I knew it was gonna be worse. Having a child is just that worth it. There isn't a purer, more powerful love in the world. That and kids are hilarious little bastards, you're never short entertainment or purpose.

 

[JamusActimus]

My cousin's daughter came out as NB recently (she's 13)
The mom is ultra weird and into the gender omnibus.

I am a bit worried because NB is usually an entry into cutting your tits and having a neo dick.

What worries me the most is the younger one (12 year old boy). He's very effeminate already so a troon arc in the future seems likely.
He's also very autistic (does not manage to talk sometimes level of tism).
He's already getting bullied he does not need more reason to be tortured by his classmates.

Don't think I can do that much beside supporting my cousin in that shitty situation. He tries to be supportive but I know he's depressed and a bit dead inside because of this.

 

[Vingle]

He tries to be supportive but I know he's depressed and a bit dead inside because of this.

I really don't fathom being supporting of something that's harmful for both him and the kids. Of course he's dead inside.
He sounds like a cuck.

 

[Candlelight Desolation]

Excess testosterone during pregnancy 'masculinises' female foetuses, giving them ambivalent or pseudo male genitalia. It's why whenever a female troon 'seahorse dad' gets pregnant and has a son I get the absolute creeps. Very few of them seem to have daughters. I don't think this is a coincidence.

So in other words the pregnant troon taking HRT is going to birth a hermaphrodite.

 

[Atreus]

For some reason I can't edit my old post here so I'll just shamelessly post it again! I corrected all the grammar I believe and expounded on certain events so that it wasn't a slog to read!

I constantly think about a very close friend of mine. She and I grew up together, and I liked her for years while growing up. Our families weren't close, but we had been friends since grade school, and we would even spend Halloween together trick or treating a lot as kids. Growing up she also lived in the higher-end neighborhood right next to mine and had moved from the state beside ours. Let's call her Mickey.

She was this massive Tomboy and my best friend. We just had this audacity to get ourselves into trouble doing edgy stuff, think your typical guy best friend and local alt chick. In middle school, we drifted apart. Overall we fell into different cliques than each other so it's not entirely unwarranted. Suddenly one day I nearly got my ass kicked at our high school assembly for being a jackass started shit with some Juniors. I ran into her again by chance as a dove against the sides of our gym's walls and we just talked and clicked again like that. Talking again genuinely just made me happy and the whole rest of that day we spent hours catching up! Mickey had come out as a Trans guy in our time apart, and at the time as a Freshman, I saw it as nothing more than an emo-type thing and didn't think much of it too much. Pronouns can't hurt anybody too much right?

Despite this, at first, we were making the same off-color remarks and statements with each other as if nothing had ever happened again, and I started taking her bus home. We would shoot shit constantly, and eventually, we started talking on Discord too. We would pull these all-nighters just talking on Discord and then going to school the next day chugging Pepsis first thing in the morning. We would then proceed to sleep as soon as we got home, wake up, do our homework, and chat from dusk until dawn and repeat! What's cool about our school is that it had this beautiful outdoor balcony area where we and a few others would chill before our classes began early in the morning. Sometimes we would just ditch and go get donuts and coffee in the morning and shoot the shit for hours around town! Eventually, we just stopped talking as I got deemed "Transphobic" and outside of some hearsay from mutuals during the pandemic she had some awful mental health issues. I eventually moved, and we lost touch permanently, and I found out before the senior year ended that she had killed herself, and it fucking destroyed me.

I understand partially why she transitioned, perhaps even why she killed herself to some degree. I remember the day she opened up to me vividly. On Christmas Eve of all nights, we snuck drinks, went to this park, and drank all night! It started out great! We were two jackasses sharing drinks and laughing. She then broke after something just clicked, and she became jelly. We sat on this bench the rest of the night. She cried all over me and my jacket as she poured her heart out. We joked about her new stepdad a lot, had been verbally abusive, and had been cheating on her mother. Her real father wasn't a positive light in her life either. When she was just a kid her real dad had molested her and her sister throughout their adolescence. Subsequently, she was handed off to crappy child protective services until she made her way to my state. We ended up attending the same schools. They were an atheist as well. I distinctly remember her telling me as well that she used to prey to Jesus Christ every night when she would wake up as a boy, and I can't help but think that they may have internalized it to a point where if she had been born as a boy maybe her father never would have molested her. Her older sister isn't better off either. Not a Troon, but not good. Let's say they're a massive brat despite being over twenty now.

I also found out that despite the fact she had other boyfriends that according to a different mutual friend she was in love with me too and thought of me often, but was upset I started to imply her being a Trans man was a phase and the fact that as a kid due to my circumstances, I always had the idea in my head of eventually starting a family. She also thought I wouldn't have liked her because I wasn't gay.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know I fucked up in not playing along with it to some degree, but what upsets me is the fact that I lost one of my best friends to transgenderism to some degree. I miss her so much and recently I hope that in some way she could get some sort of answers and comfort wherever she may have ended up after all this.

 

[Fapcop]

For some reason I can't edit my old post here so I'll just shamelessly post it again! I corrected all the grammar I believe and expounded on certain events so that it wasn't a slog to read!

I constantly think about a very close friend of mine. She and I grew up together, and I liked her for years while growing up. Our families weren't close, but we had been friends since grade school, and we would even spend Halloween together trick or treating a lot as kids. Growing up she also lived in the higher-end neighborhood right next to mine and had moved from the state beside ours. Let's call her Mickey.

She was this massive Tomboy and my best friend. We just had this audacity to get ourselves into trouble doing edgy stuff, think your typical guy best friend and local alt chick. In middle school, we drifted apart. Overall we fell into different cliques than each other so it's not entirely unwarranted. Suddenly one day I nearly got my ass kicked at our high school assembly for being a jackass started shit with some Juniors. I ran into her again by chance as a dove against the sides of our gym's walls and we just talked and clicked again like that. Talking again genuinely just made me happy and the whole rest of that day we spent hours catching up! Mickey had come out as a Trans guy in our time apart, and at the time as a Freshman, I saw it as nothing more than an emo-type thing and didn't think much of it too much. Pronouns can't hurt anybody too much right?

Despite this, at first, we were making the same off-color remarks and statements with each other as if nothing had ever happened again, and I started taking her bus home. We would shoot shit constantly, and eventually, we started talking on Discord too. We would pull these all-nighters just talking on Discord and then going to school the next day chugging Pepsis first thing in the morning. We would then proceed to sleep as soon as we got home, wake up, do our homework, and chat from dusk until dawn and repeat! What's cool about our school is that it had this beautiful outdoor balcony area where we and a few others would chill before our classes began early in the morning. Sometimes we would just ditch and go get donuts and coffee in the morning and shoot the shit for hours around town! Eventually, we just stopped talking as I got deemed "Transphobic" and outside of some hearsay from mutuals during the pandemic she had some awful mental health issues. I eventually moved, and we lost touch permanently, and I found out before the senior year ended that she had killed herself, and it fucking destroyed me.

I understand partially why she transitioned, perhaps even why she killed herself to some degree. I remember the day she opened up to me vividly. On Christmas Eve of all nights, we snuck drinks, went to this park, and drank all night! It started out great! We were two jackasses sharing drinks and laughing. She then broke after something just clicked, and she became jelly. We sat on this bench the rest of the night. She cried all over me and my jacket as she poured her heart out. We joked about her new stepdad a lot, had been verbally abusive, and had been cheating on her mother. Her real father wasn't a positive light in her life either. When she was just a kid her real dad had molested her and her sister throughout their adolescence. Subsequently, she was handed off to crappy child protective services until she made her way to my state. We ended up attending the same schools. They were an atheist as well. I distinctly remember her telling me as well that she used to prey to Jesus Christ every night when she would wake up as a boy, and I can't help but think that they may have internalized it to a point where if she had been born as a boy maybe her father never would have molested her. Her older sister isn't better off either. Not a Troon, but not good. Let's say they're a massive brat despite being over twenty now.

I also found out that despite the fact she had other boyfriends that according to a different mutual friend she was in love with me too and thought of me often, but was upset I started to imply her being a Trans man was a phase and the fact that as a kid due to my circumstances, I always had the idea in my head of eventually starting a family. She also thought I wouldn't have liked her because I wasn't gay.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know I fucked up in not playing along with it to some degree, but what upsets me is the fact that I lost one of my best friends to transgenderism to some degree. I miss her so much and recently I hope that in some way she could get some sort of answers and comfort wherever she may have ended up after all this.

Oof, that’s a tragic story.

You didn’t fuck up though.

Played along to some degree? What good would good would that have, aside from devaluing your friendship and your personal integrity?

Sounds like everyone else her life “played along”, and ultimately that wasn’t enough.

Don’t blame yourself friend, the only ones to blame here is the sick fuck who molested her, and the sick ideology/cult she got caught up in.

 

[kittyfucker]

An old friend of mine (MTF) has been trans for a while now[...]

I couldn't do it anymore. I cut contact and it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

Spoiler: therapy is expensive so you have to listen to me whine

I tried, I thought I could do it! I really tried! I could shut up and hope that he came to his senses on his own! But he sent me a picture of himself and every single thing was wrong. To look at someone you have known for a decade and only recognize their eyes was so sickening I nearly threw up, for days afterward I felt like I was talking to the corpse of my best friend, puppeteered by mental illness and compulsions, occasionally who he actually is slipping out in rare moments of clarity. The person looking back at me wasn't the same person I met years ago.

I just couldn't keep lying to someone who I was supposed to be completely candid with. So I, autistically but inevitably, wrote a very long document (we're talking multiple thousands of words here) detailing a lot of things - things I wish I had told him, things I always wanted to say, and that I can't sit and watch him completely fucking destroy himself, but I am here if he wants to talk about stopping. (It was worded obviously much more eloquently and persuasively than what I can put in a sentence here.) I told him I don't care how long it takes him or how mad he is or what he does to me in his anger - if there comes a point where he realizes he fucked up, I am always here, whether it takes an hour or ten years.

I haven't heard back since and it has been nearly a week. It annoys me how much I care when it's "just a tranny with a fetish" like friends of mine say, and that pisses me the fuck off. My best fucking friend was groomed because he was seriously abused as an autistic, shy child and thought he could escape it, and all anyone ever has to say is that he deserves it in some nebulous, karmic sense because he was deluded into thinking he can be a woman. I have nightmares where I get a call from some stranger that he killed himself because of what I "did", or that the nerve damage finally got to him and he passed away, or that something else horrific happened and I was involved in some way. Every single time I wake up I check to see if he messaged me somehow. Every single notification I get I think it's a text, and it never happens, and part of me is almost relieved when it's just another scam email, because it scares me knowing it could be him telling me to fuck off and kill myself because I'm a TERF bitch, as prepared for it as I am.

One of the worst parts (if I haven't already said that already) is that he is so fucking close to getting it. He talks about not knowing who he is, how he hates himself (not just his body) that he has body pain etc. It is so unbearably obvious that his GD is caused by other factors and that he is not in the right state of mind to be taking hormones etc. but he just does because he has convinced himself this is "who he is", while not realizing you can't know who you are if you also don't know who you are. Real big brain shit there, but I can't blame him for overlooking it.

It had to be done and I hate it. I hate that he actively hates himself as much as I did when I went through my trans phase, I hate that he thinks anything is wrong with him and needs changing, I just want to talk to the people who seeded these thoughts into his head. At the very least, I comfort myself knowing he now knows the full truth, and if he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore, he is the one to make that call. That doesn't stop it from hurting, and I don't know when the hurt will ever stop. I went from talking daily and nightly to not at all, and I have one singular estranged friend now.

It all fucking sucks and I hate being alive and I hate that people celebrate this shit when it ruins lives, even the people who don't transition themselves. It should have never got this bad and it is a crime that it did.

 

[Heinous McAnus]

I couldn't do it anymore. I cut contact and it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

Spoiler: therapy is expensive so you have to listen to me whine

I tried, I thought I could do it! I really tried! I could shut up and hope that he came to his senses on his own! But he sent me a picture of himself and every single thing was wrong. To look at someone you have known for a decade and only recognize their eyes was so sickening I nearly threw up, for days afterward I felt like I was talking to the corpse of my best friend, puppeteered by mental illness and compulsions, occasionally who he actually is slipping out in rare moments of clarity. The person looking back at me wasn't the same person I met years ago.

I just couldn't keep lying to someone who I was supposed to be completely candid with. So I, autistically but inevitably, wrote a very long document (we're talking multiple thousands of words here) detailing a lot of things - things I wish I had told him, things I always wanted to say, and that I can't sit and watch him completely fucking destroy himself, but I am here if he wants to talk about stopping. (It was worded obviously much more eloquently and persuasively than what I can put in a sentence here.) I told him I don't care how long it takes him or how mad he is or what he does to me in his anger - if there comes a point where he realizes he fucked up, I am always here, whether it takes an hour or ten years.

I haven't heard back since and it has been nearly a week. It annoys me how much I care when it's "just a tranny with a fetish" like friends of mine say, and that pisses me the fuck off. My best fucking friend was groomed because he was seriously abused as an autistic, shy child and thought he could escape it, and all anyone ever has to say is that he deserves it in some nebulous, karmic sense because he was deluded into thinking he can be a woman. I have nightmares where I get a call from some stranger that he killed himself because of what I "did", or that the nerve damage finally got to him and he passed away, or that something else horrific happened and I was involved in some way. Every single time I wake up I check to see if he messaged me somehow. Every single notification I get I think it's a text, and it never happens, and part of me is almost relieved when it's just another scam email, because it scares me knowing it could be him telling me to fuck off and kill myself because I'm a TERF bitch, as prepared for it as I am.

One of the worst parts (if I haven't already said that already) is that he is so fucking close to getting it. He talks about not knowing who he is, how he hates himself (not just his body) that he has body pain etc. It is so unbearably obvious that his GD is caused by other factors and that he is not in the right state of mind to be taking hormones etc. but he just does because he has convinced himself this is "who he is", while not realizing you can't know who you are if you also don't know who you are. Real big brain shit there, but I can't blame him for overlooking it.

It had to be done and I hate it. I hate that he actively hates himself as much as I did when I went through my trans phase, I hate that he thinks anything is wrong with him and needs changing, I just want to talk to the people who seeded these thoughts into his head. At the very least, I comfort myself knowing he now knows the full truth, and if he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore, he is the one to make that call. That doesn't stop it from hurting, and I don't know when the hurt will ever stop. I went from talking daily and nightly to not at all, and I have one singular estranged friend now.

It all fucking sucks and I hate being alive and I hate that people celebrate this shit when it ruins lives, even the people who don't transition themselves. It should have never got this bad and it is a crime that it did.

That is awful to hear, but you did everything you could do. I know everything is different and all but I feel for your struggle, doubly so because of your own experience in the past.

The only advice I feel competent enough to give on the matter is that you keep having to remind yourself of that old saying, "You can lead a horse to water... " and its so painful to face, so you have to remind yourself that you did the best you could, and that its not your fault.

Good luck, I hope you hear from your friend soon

 

[BeetleBug242]

Update

Got lewd from them out of no where. He told me he has to pee non stop and no one will even interview him. wow
He's broke, still very sad, and now super messed up.

Also the pic had no face in it LOLOL

 

[ManBabySupreme]

I'm suddenly ghosting a 10+ years online friend i used to talk to often.
I can pinpoint all the events that changed him into an hopeless, unbearable coomer freak.
A single love rejection, his retreat to fringe discords and its trannies, my own absence, and there its game over.
I had taken a break from the online during the summer, I come back and his avatar is a piccrew long haired fag, and to my horror, when he turned on the webcam to show some plastic junk he bought (he's a funko guy too), i saw him: long greasy hair that looked like he cut it himself, long on the top, draping across the face, and shorter on the sides, of course with half the lenght dyed some fluorescent color. The long hair on the top sits down on the face in an attempt to hide the norwood hairline, but ironically it accentuates it since it leaves two gaps on the sides of the forehead. His fingernails now black but seldon mantained and flaky to the point it looks like dirt.
He never actually transitioned, even tho he clearly wants to, instead just dipping his toes in with the they them pronouns and awful fashion decisions.
In a way I find him even more pathetic than full on trannies, since he clearly IS self aware enough to know he would never pass (big skull with jagged features, tall and hairy since he's from the balkans) but still went thru with this clowmode-glowup which unequivocably makes him look like freak to normies and absolutely repulsive to women, except he can't even call upon the globohomo untouchableness that trannies have. Even among lgbtq monsters he's at the bottom of the hierarchy.
I will not describe his behaviour in detail but he's parroting the subtly real-woman-hating smugness that twitter trannies usually have.
He and I were always on different political spectrums, but the tranny-speak is too much to overlook and i don't see much of that old gaming friend i used to have in him anymore.
Not gonna fight it, just leaving.

 

[Tingle]

>Friend from work is a sheepish, skinny loner who acts very nerdy and distant most of the time. (That's fine)
>Spends the last year asking people to refer to him by his last name only. (Okay)
>Starts to dress more flamboyantly, wearing leathers and makeup and very tight fitting jackets. (Oh no)
>Spends most of his time posting selfies of him wearing makeup and trying out different long hairstyles.
>Starts wearing (very) tight fitting shirts that expose his midsection, paints his nails, puts on lipstick and lets his hair hang down in front of his face. (I know what's happening...)
>Very recently started talking to people he knew personally with a weak, warbly imitation of a woman's voice. (Uh oh...)
I don't like where this is going.

Twenty years ago, he'd just be another one of those weird DnD or MtG guys who kept his proclivities to himself, but you'd still be able to go out and get a beer with. Maybe a goth, maybe a metalhead, maybe just really into fringe stuff like anime and manga. Hell, a few years ago he was that kind of person. It's frustrating because I know what it's like to be in that position of being lonely and wanting to do something to bring attention to yourself, but god almighty this just ain't it.

 

[teriyakiburns]

I don't like where this is going.

Tell him you love his Michael Jackson cosplay.

 

[Miriam Margoyles]

Tell him you love his Michael Jackson cosplay.

His pronouns are he/he.

 

[Kiislova]

Not gonna fight it, just leaving.

Is there any chance of real world consequences (for you) of going scorched earth and telling him how freakish he looks?
If not... I'd say do it.

 

[vomitusdeux]

I tried so hard to stay friends with one of my best friends when he trooned out, made it about a year in with coming to terms he wanted to chop his cock off and I thought he was gonna be rational about wanting an axe wound. This week I made the mistake of mentioning that men and women have biological differences and he absolutely went fucking ape shit on me telling me it was anti trans propaganda. Only thing I did was mention the difference in muscle mass in men post puberty and said that trannies shouldn't be allowed to play women's sports. But you know, worded for the sensitively inclined. Nah, he went ballistic, started trying to bait me into tranny dens to "talk about it" or "potentially enlighten you" and even tried to get me to fight with him on public posts so I'd get swarmed by angry crotch wound regretionists. Didn't fall for it, cut all contact and honestly I'm a bit sad. I know cutting my losses was a good thing but we were really, really close friends for many years.

 

[Fapcop]

Tell him you love his Michael Jackson cosplay.

Damn man… Remember when a man could be as effeminate and homo as Michael Jackson, but nobody ever thought he was a tranny? Miss those!

This whole thread is depressing as fuck.

I don’t doubt for a second that having a friend become an opiate addict is way less destructive than becoming a troon.

Nevermind that both are pathways to social, physical and financial death.

At least when your friend or relative becomes a heroin addict, they know they have a problem. Nobody is celebrating their “true opiated self”, so no matter how long and hard the route is, at least there IS a way back.

(Fuck, minor pl, but even though it’s rare, I’ve seen heroin addicts become productive citizens.)

With troonery? There’s little hope, because these poor souls are deluded into thinking that everyone who doesn’t accept it has a problem.

It’s like a mindvirus.